I'm rockin' Chrome Hearts, don't got no feelings
I took the brain off, don't want no ceilin'
Before I die, I'm tryna make a killin'
Want money like trappin', Bill Gates on a mission
Thick in the waist, don't like my bitches messy
Vitamin D told her, "Eat up, it's healthy"
I got a plan to be richer and wealthy
I'm burnin' bridges, don't want niggas to help me
They used to drag me, now a nigga the topic
My standards low, my ex bitch still couldn't top it
If bro put it up, then he probably won't drop it
Ain't into talkin' so my shit I'm gon' pop it
You don't get money I probably won't kick it
I'm all 'bout a check and'll die for respect
Don't gotta do shit, the last nigga played
Put a bag on his head, they don't know where he at
Ballin' so hard but stayin' on my pivot
I know if I move wrong them niggas gon' get me
I pray that the niggas with me really with me
Ain't sayin' they fake but I know niggas fishy
Hopped in my bag and now I'm comin' different
I knew I could turn up and change our position
I love my bitch but hate it when she bitchin'
I lock in the booth, she hate it when I'm missin'
Bro just put monkey nuts inside the Draco
In the cut like a Band-Aid, I rather her lay low
I got some niggas do it if I say so
Really tied with the fam I can hit up the blade though
I never put a killa on the payroll
All of my niggas gon step out of love, they don't play though
He made a diss, won't reply, I bet Gotti gon' get his gone by the end of the day though
I'm rockin' Chrome Hearts, don't got no feelings
I took the brain off, don't want no ceilin'
Before I die, I'm tryna make a killin'
Want money like trappin', Bill Gates on a mission
Thick in the waist, don't like my bitches messy
Vitamin D told her, "Eat up, it's healthy"
I got a plan to be richer and wealthy
I'm burnin' bridges, don't want niggas to help me
Got bro in Houston no Whitney
These niggas softer than Winnie
Big bro will blow smoke like a chimney
I never say I'm the goat because these niggas know
I put that shit beside me, it's in me
Feel like the voice of the struggle
I swear to God I used to watch my Auntie save up pennies
That's why I got dreams of a Bentley
Told bro it won't be long until we fuck up the city
My momma ain't have her no mattress
Forever thankful for big bro, he taught me 'bout this trappin'
Forever out here, that's my status
Money makin' that's a habit, I see me a bag I'ma grab it
I turn my back for a minute these niggas resorted to stabbin'
They killed Mo3 on the road
That's why I'm so paranoid, I gotta clutch it in traffic
Can't get caught slippin', rather get caught with it
Kee Kee hold down my blicky, I got cases pendin'
It's like you become a target if you winnin'
Niggas broke on they dick, probably mad how I'm livin
Work hard, momma always told me go and get it
I was only fourteen when I seen my first digits
Ain't have no limit, just spendin'
Fucked up a bag on the bros and then I went and signed for a million
I'm rockin' Chrome Hearts, don't got no feelings
I took the brain off, don't want no ceilin'
Before I die, I'm tryna make a killin'
Want money like trappin', Bill Gates on a mission
Thick in the waist, don't like my bitches messy
Vitamin D told her, "Eat up, it's healthy"
I got a plan to be richer and wealthy
I'm burnin' bridges, don't want niggas to help me
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